Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Ice breaker time, cause I'm bored and there are a bunch of new people around.

So:

Eggs:
Steak:
Milk:
Alcohol:
Warm drink:

I need to buy a little cake. Which place is best for cake?

Let's play a game, shall we?

Call it a Friday meme.

Kill, marry, fuck. Dunwich style.

Color me curious and bored.

As I don't know many here, allow me.

Kill: Sam Winchester
Marry: I'd say Castiel. We got along smashing at one point.
Fuck: Dean, of course.

[Losers including Mike]
Mike's here! In Dunwich! Mike Mike! Say hi to Mike! Say hi Mike! I'm bringing him to the house. He needs towels and dry clothes waiting. And drinks, we all need drinks. I'm gonna say something nonalcoholic, non-caffeinated and let you all talk me into drinks you actually want.

[Richie]
He's from a time after you killed IT. He's all wet with Derry quarry water, looking like he's been through hell. I've been explaining shit, like how Stan's here from a point of time before he died.
Mike asked how I got out. I didn't really answer, I said some shit about the fog and magic. I don't know if he's in denial or he hasn't figured out that I didn't get out. Fuck.
I'm doing a lot of talking. Maybe more than you would.

How long is too long to mourn your entire life? Best answer wins a 'buy one coffee for the price of two and get one free' coupon for the Coffee Green.

[Mark]
I'm sorry. About this entire past week. Frankly I was hoping I wouldn't have to show up to work ever again, but since I'm still here and it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere... cool if I come in tomorrow? I get it if you'd rather not.

And I really am sorry. For not giving you a heads up. That was shitty. But then I am a shitty person, so.

[Harley & Ivy]
Don't know if you know, but there's a chick sleeping on your couch? No clue who she is. Don't think I let her in. May have, though.

GAMBIT

I'm going to clean up, I swear, I'll turn into that robot maid from The Jetsons but can I use the club?

I'm kind of using the club already, forgiveness instead of permission, sorry. Love you buddy!

Megs and I really need a party. I really... really need a distraction.


21+

Party at the Up and Up Bon Temps. It's not open, I'm making it open. It's Meg's birthday and we all need a break. And a drink. Lots of drinks. Bring more booze and your pretty selves.

I'm going to reiterate: we are getting sloppy and doing things we will probably regret tomorrow, at this party. Brave the fog and come on.

There's an older kid from Pickman sleeping sitting up against someone's fence, just down from Pickman. I can't wake him up, he just mutters at me and then sleeps again.